Dreams donât have expiration dates!đ
Graduating college doesnât always happen on a predictable timeline and thatâs something Iâve learned to be proud of, not ashamed of. For some, the journey is quick and linear. For others, like myself, itâs winding, interrupted, or stretched across years of balancing work, family, setbacks, and self-discovery. Taking longer doesnât mean falling behind; it means I kept going when it wouldâve been easier to stop.
Reaching the finish line after such a long journey makes the moment even more special. Every late night, every doubt, every detour becomes part of the story. And if there is one thing I love in every story I read, itâs a happy ending!
Hereâs to closing this chapter, and preparing myself for the next! A Masters in Education: youâre up nextđĽł
Canât wait to hear âwelcome homeâ next timeâ¤ď¸đĽš Wormtown, you were everything, and then so much more! I am so thankful to have met so many beautiful people, to have heard such phenomenal music all weekend long, and for the boy scouts that made sure I had the time of my life from start to finish𼳠First festival â
Dearest Gentle Reader,
Social season has begun and it seems I have already chosen my Diamond of the Season. This year, the rather incomparable Lady Haug, soon to be Lady Cook has shone unlike any other: and I do love sparkles and scandals. Lady Haug has escaped off to the country side to celebrate her upcoming nuptials with the other ladies of the âTon, and I happen to have the inside scoop of their weekend events. It seems like our lovely ladies have a weekend filled with fun, laughter and lots of giggle juice ahead of them. Will the ladies be up to no good on their weekend away? What really goes on when the ladies take a weekend off? There are some secrets that not even I can shareâŚ
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown
